A card had fallen from the envelope. Amarilly picked it up and read:
"To be presented at the church."
"What's that?" she asked curiously.
"You have to show that at the church door. If you didn't have it, you couldn't get in to see us married. It's the same as a ticket to a theatre. And St. John doesn't like it; but if we didn't have them there would be a mob of curious people who don't know us. I shall give all of you tickets to come to the church, the Boarder and Lily Rose, too."
"Oh," cried Amarilly, "that will be lovely, and we shall all come."
"Of course you will all come. Your friend, the bishop, is to marry us, and Bud is going to sing a solo. The choirmaster told me his voice was developing wonderfully."
"I must go home and tell them all about it," said Amarilly excitedly.
"Wait! There's more to hear. I am going to invite you to the reception here at the house, and I am going to have a lovely white dress made for you to wear, and you shall have white silk stockings and slippers and white gloves."
"Oh!" gasped Amarilly, shutting her eyes. "I can't believe it."
The next morning at the studio she announced the wonderful news to
Derry.